Don't wait, don't wait. Don't wait, don't wait. You're way too late. Don't wait, don't wait. . The beat goes on. Until it's gone. . She strolls so slowly with her ball and chain.
On for a muse of fire that would ascend. The brightest heaven of invention. A kingdom for a stage, princes to act. And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Night gleaming moon. The hours passing fast. Into the bloodstained walls. The victim's shadow is cast. . My ears are deaf to the weakened cries. Born my rapture in the final sighs.
Dear Slim,. My favorite icon put the bong and the knife down. I'm sick of the songs about strapping your mom and your ex-wife down. To a nuclear bomb and dropping them on Saddam.
take heed and bear witness. to the truths that lie here in. for they are the last. legacy of conflict. . there is a war. that rages on even now. beyond the fields.
die Haut so bleich, so unberhrt die Lichtung. der Blick so klar in des schpfers Richtung. es ist nicht einfach die Lebzeit zu verwalten. doch um so leichter das Schicksal zu gestalten.
born as a cripple, body misfigured. tortured from continious hurts. creeping through existence. no conversation, no tender caress. only spitted upon, pushed around.
DAMNATION - of your past. Stigmatized of gone activities. Society don't forgive your faults in younger years. You hate the state. Political activities aren't important for you.
Different colours, different sounds. Dirty world stop spinning around. but there is no one i can, find someone as unique as you. . But if i go far away, will i come back to you.
I will not sleep. till we are rolling on the lawn. I will not sleep. till we are staring down the sun. I will not sleep. till every day is a weekend. I will not sleep.
Tonight the reaper mows for me. In the grip of suicide. Cold steel rests upon my flesh. Running red drips from the blade. My time is drawing near. Salvation comes so swiftly.
I am He, the carnal beast,. Eternal fire now unleashed.. My mother was the devil's whore,. Mortal man opened the door.. . (chorus). Diabolos. Diabolos.
Up there by the Lonesome Pine is where you will find. Two stories of abandonment and somethin bad inside. Outside by the window it reads "stay out or die".
It was a late summer evening. of flowered simplicity.. Two lovers walked down a path. bound by their mutual anxiety.. . The breeze was warm and it passed with no threat.
We're gonna do it again. We're gonna do it again. . You know I can't say it for certain. Don't hold me to promises that I never made. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?.
My soul is hurting and I know I cause my own disgrace. My eyes are blurring and I strain to see beyond this place. And you know all too well that I don't know what to do.
Tempting life. Won't come and beg for the last time. It's already ours we just came here to claim it. And we are not paying a dime. In the street you'll find us.
You kissed me on my cheek goodbye. But I didn't mean. Crazy it may seem. But to me you were never ever unclean. I know you know I am but even if it's slow.
New York City soothing. My itchy itchy month of May. Time has passed for Ms. Onassis. Decay on display. . I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down.
His feet are dirty. And his face, his face is long. And while he's peeking out. Through his hair, he hides the pain. Till that Lennon song comes along.